"Stranded"
Part VI
By Angelwolf
Mike was too tired to argue, so he did as he was instructed. He glanced in Peter's direction to see him curled up with his knees pulled to his chest. Mike could hear Peter mumbling to himself. He could only make out a few words like “calm”, “everything” and “okay”.
“I wish there was something we could do to help you.” He thought as he shook his head sadly and closed his eyes.
Micky walked over to Davy and touched his arm lightly. "You okay, man?”
Davy still trembling looked up at Micky and managed a weak smile. He didn't want to add to the crap the others were already dealing with. “No, but, I will be, I guess. Really it’s no big deal. Just go back to sleep, okay."
Mike overheard him, sat up, and staggered to his feet to move a little closer to the others. "Cut the bullshit Davy and tell the truth. Do you really expect us to believe everything is fucking hunky dory with you after the racket you made."
Davy lowered his eyes and let his long fingers trail across his throat.
Micky quickly wrapped an arm around Mike supporting him as he attempted to sit down. Exhausted from his short walk he decided to just lie down instead. Micky helped Mike get comfortable, then went back, and sat down next to Davy. “Come on, tell us what has you so freaked out?” Micky said trying to look as encouraging as he could.
Davy nodded and looked over at Peter, who was now quietly asleep. His delicate features now more relaxed as he appeared to drift deeper into sleep. Davy turned back to Micky, took a deep breath, touched his throat again, and then proceeded to talk about his terrifying experience. “Well, there was a…a presence that was trying to strangle me. I tried to fight, but it was too strong. When I tried to scream nothing would come out, man. I could feel my life slipping away from me.”
Micky looked over at Mike’s blank expression. “So you didn’t see who or what it was in your dream?” Mike asked a bit too coldly.
“No, I told you, I tried to but there wasn’t anything there, I mean anything visible. And, I never said it was a fucking dream! Someone tried to kill me damnit!” Davy yelled defensively getting angrier by the minute.
Micky looked back at Davy and gave him a reassuring smile hoping to calm him. “Man calm down, it was clearly just a very bad, albeit realistic nightmare. No one tried to kill you. Everything will be okay.”
“The fuck it will! First we crash god knows where, then a bear attacks, then Peter goes and flips out and now this damn dream, as you call it, but I know it was fucking real! We have to get outa here before anything else happens!” Davy cried hysterically looking at Micky fearfully.
Micky put an arm around Davy’s shoulders and gave him a friendly squeeze. He made it quick afraid to make Mike jealous or upset. Micky looked over and inwardly sighed with relief when he saw that Mike was sleeping again. He looked back at Davy, “Calm down, okay?” Davy nodded. “Will you be okay man, I mean really?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna go over there to be alone.” Davy replied, looking into Micky’s eyes sadly and pointed to a tree closer to the still sleeping bass player.
Micky started to get up, but turned back to Davy “I’ll come back here after I check on Mike and we can talk some more if you want?”
“I’d like that, thanks man.”
“Sure thing, babe.”
Micky made his way back to Mike. He winced in pain as he dropped to his knees. His shoulder was starting to throb again. He fought back the tears already beginning to sting his eyes. He knew he had to be strong, strong for Mike and for the others. He buried his head in his hands once more. “Keep it together!” he yelled inwardly to himself. He looked down at Mike’s sleeping form and softened. He laid down beside Mike and snuggled as closely as he could get to him. He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to anyone who could hear, that they would all be rescued and make it out alive from this horrendous ordeal.
Mike awoke to find Micky beside him. He smiled and brushed a dark curl from Micky’s eye. Micky opened his eyes to meet Mike’s. A sweet smile spread across his beautiful face. Mike’s heart caught in his throat, “God, how I love you!” he said as he lovingly brushed his hand against Micky’s soft cheek. Mike had finally said it. He knew Micky needed to hear how he truly felt.
Micky was surprised by the declaration. Excitedly, he threw his arms around Mike. “I love you, too!” he purred in Mike’s ear. Their lips met in a fury of newly fired passion. Once again Micky pried Mike’s clothing from his leanly muscled body.
Mike was content to let Micky be in charge once more. He had to admit that this new more assertive side of Micky excited him more than he could have ever imagined. He had always thought he had to be the strong one, the one in total control. But, now as he gave himself over to his lover’s control he couldn’t have been happier.
Micky continued to undress both Mike and himself, trailing kisses across Mike’s chest as he did and nipping and licking playfully at his nipples. He knew he should let Mike rest, but he also knew Mike needed and wanted this as much as he did. He slid his hand down between Mike’s legs and began massaging and stroking Mike’s cock. Mike’s body quivered in bliss as Micky rubbed and pumped his own hardness against Mike’s. Micky straddled Mike thrusting his hips harder and faster with deeper penetration. Mike explosively came, soon followed by Micky’s own release.
Still wrapped in each other’s arms they laid back down. Micky looked dreamily at Mike and realized that he had finally found his soul mate. He knew that they were truly made for each other. No matter what the future held, he knew at least this much was true. “Great, now I’m getting sappy” he inwardly chided himself. He looked back at Mike, who was now completely relaxed and drifting off to sleep. He didn’t care if he was sappy or not, it was how he felt. He loved that man more than anything.
There was something nagging at him in the back of his mind. He struggled to bring it forward. It hit him suddenly. He had forgotten his promise to check back with Davy. “How could you have forgot, idiot?” he scolded himself. Then he looked back at his lover and he knew the answer. He quietly slid from Mike’s embrace taking great care to not wake him.
He walked over to where the petite Englishman was sleeping. He looked down at Davy. “I’m so sorry” he whispered softly.
“It’s ok, Micky.” Micky jumped back, slightly startled.
“Oh sorry, Davy I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Davy sat up and motioned for Micky to sit next to him. “I’m glad you did. I need to tell you something. It’s something I’ve been fighting with for awhile now.”
“Sure thing, you can tell me anything, you know that.”
“Well” he paused to look in Peter’s direction, and was glad to see him still sleeping soundly, or so it seemed. “Well, I think it would be best if I just show you, seeing as how we might die here.”
“Oh man, don’t talk like tha...” Before Micky could finish his sentence Davy grabbed him and kissed him hungrily. Micky’s eyes went wide with disbelief.
Peter watched the unfolding events through slitted eyes, tightly clenching his fists. Something almost like jealousy visibly twisting his delicate features as a menacing darkness spread across his normally cheerful face.
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